In Common

You see me and I see you
Perceptions formed
My tight haircut and shit-kickers
You with your saggy jeans
Just a glance then eyes avert
You go your way, I go mine
Into the same store
Milk for me, bread for you
As we meet again at the counter
The clerk asks if we are friends, pointing
Your hat matches my shirt
A subtle laugh with a bit of a smile
We shake hands and say 'Yeah'
Perceptions changed

by david hofmann

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They’re the Mothers, They’re the Fathers, They’re the Sisters, And they’re the Brothers: very nice word; a very good poem-10
wonderful poem! a good appeal made here